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Category: Kings County

Beauty and the beast await in Halls Harbour

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It’s hard to resist a good pirate story. And Halls Harbour has a doozy.

Samuel Hall had been born in Kings County but moved early in life to the New England states, where he lived for some time. Like all Maritimers, though, he eventually felt the call of home, albeit for all the wrong reasons.

In 1779, Hall — now Capt. Hall, to the crew aboard the Mary Jane — returned to the county with a dubious mission: to terrorize the locals and loot what they could from local farmers, stores and houses.

Twice, Hall and his crew successfully plundered nearby settlements. But the third raid didn’t turn out so well for the prodigal pirate.

While most of the crew was out conducting its nefarious business one day, a group of militia decided to defend their territory and staged a takedown. The men fired on the Mary Jane, which was tucked away in a protected cove that would eventually bear Hall’s name. Just three unlucky souls had stayed behind to protect the ship, but they were no match for the militia.

Wounded and likely feeling their vulnerability, they told the militiamen where Hall and the rest of the band could be found. By the time the militia arrived, though, Hall had already fled.

Of course, a pirate story wouldn’t be a pirate story without a lost treasure.

Legend has it that when Hall swiftly escaped the clutches of the militia, he was forced to leave behind a chest of gold he had buried somewhere in Halls Harbour.

Why Halls Harbour chose such a scoundrel as its namesake is anyone’s guess. The tiny community in the Bay of Fundy certainly has plenty of other outstanding features.

Like the metre-high tides in the harbour that buoy the fishing boats up at high tide and leaving them stranded on the shore a mere six hours later. And there’s plenty to do as you while away the time between tides.

A half-kilometre hiking trail leads from the main road up through the woods surrounding the harbour. Although short, the well-maintained path is a pleasant hike along the ferny forest floor, and can be walked either as a loop or as a one-way trail that ends at another spot down the road.

The beach at Halls Harbour is a great place to spend a couple of hours, either alongside the wharf or farther down the shore at low tide, below the vertical cliffs.

Fishing is still a mainstay in this community, and that’s evident not only from the boats tied up along the wharf, but also from the offerings in the Halls Harbour Lobster Pound, the local restaurant. Order your meal at the adjacent gift shop, which is surely home to every lobster-themed souvenir on the planet.

After you’ve had your fill, head over to Paints and Pots, a little art gallery and shop featuring the work of artists who live nearby, including painters, cigar-box guitar makers and potters. This little shed, tucked away behind the gift shop, is also called Captain Hall’s Treasure Chest.

Who knows? You might end up finding the scoundrel’s buried treasure there.

This article originally appeared in The Chronicle Herald on July 19, 2014.

 

In praise of concrete details

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It’s not a phrase you’d ever expect to hear, but it’s true: He had a passion for concrete.

Charles Macdonald believed concrete was not only safe, strong and more durable than stone, but also that it could be a thing of beauty.

And his creations – a handful of concrete cottages at Huntington Point, among other things – are undoubtedly beautiful.

For some, these whimsical dwellings conjure up thoughts of elves, fairies or Smurfs. Others say the cottages remind them of Hansel and Gretel or, somewhat inexplicably, mushrooms. I imagine they are what Maud Lewis might have created if she had a bit more space and a penchant for concrete.

Macdonald, a native of nearby Centreville, built the five cottages in the 1930s. He and his wife Mabel used to go camping in the area and it eventually dawned on Macdonald that this was “a spot where one could live quietly, yet not be evading useful employment” (Macdonald had acquired socialist tendencies during his years exploring the world as a ship’s carpenter, a fact still evident in the reading materials lining the shelves inside the Red Cottage).

Macdonald and the men who worked at his nearby brick factory, Kentville Concrete Products, built the homes using stones from a nearby beach. Everything else from the floor to the roof is concrete, including some of the inside features, such as the fireplace, mantel and kitchen table. Outside the Red Cottage is a concrete picket fence, deer sculpture and oven. Macdonald’s detailed concrete sculptures grace the inside, and the chimneys are topped with sculptures of boats and birds.

A visitor from the Christian Science Monitor wrote in 1941 that the cottages’ architecture “might have seemed a troubled dream, or even a nightmare, to an aspiring member of the Royal College of Architects, ” and that “anyone engaged in town planning would have been horrified.” But the same visitor also noted that “there was, one felt, an instinctive peace in this man’s heart.”

The surroundings are certainly peaceful, with a rocky beach just steps away and the quiet broken only by the hum of bumblebees exploring the apple blossoms.

The Macdonalds used the cottages as a hostel for guests from as far away as New York, England and Ireland, although most who signed the visitors log over the decades were from Nova Scotia. Prices have increased since the standard fee in the early 1940s – 25 to 75 cents – but visitors can still stay in the Blue Cottage in exchange for a donation to the Charles Macdonald House of Centreville Society.

Macdonald eventually sold most of the cottages. The Round Cottage, also affectionately known as the Teapot Cottage, was bulldozed by its owners in the 1980s, but the other four remain. Two are privately owned, while the Blue Cottage is maintained by the society and the Red Cottage is owned by the Macdonald family.

It’s a constant struggle to keep the buildings in good shape, as Fred Macdonald, Charles’s great-nephew, can attest. In addition to the lawn and garden work and occasional concrete patching job, there’s always a lick of paint at the ready to keep the cottages looking cheerful. Fred, his family and society members keep Macdonald’s legacy thriving through the cottages as well as the Charles Macdonald Concrete House Museum in Centreville.

The museum was originally the site of Macdonald’s brick factory and was later converted to a home for Macdonald and Mabel (after their wedding in Kentville during a January snowstorm, the couple walked home, where Charles presented Mabel with her wedding gift: a rolling pin). At the museum, which is open seasonally, visitors can take a look at some of Macdonald’s paintings as well as his outdoor sculptures, including a Bengal tiger, a nude lady (“a bit of a controversy in her time, ” says Fred), some toadstools and a doghouse – all, of course, made of concrete.

“Charlie was an individual, ” Fred says of his great-uncle, in whom he didn’t take a great interest when he was younger. “I was probably 16 years old and I was into sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. But a couple years later, Jesus, I wish I had sat down and talked with him. He would have some stories.”

If you go:

-The Blue Cottage is located at 1172 Huntington Point Rd., and the other cottages are on the same road. From the main road leading west from Halls Harbour, turn where a sign points you toward Simpson Road.

-The Blue Cottage is available to visitors from July to September for a donation of $400 for a one-week stay, plus a $10 membership to the Charles Macdonald House of Centreville Society. To make arrangements, email info@concretehouse.ca

-The cottage has an outdoor shower with hot water.

-The Charles Macdonald Museum is in Centreville at 19 Saxon St. at the corner of Highway

 

This article originally appeared in The Chronicle Herald on June 21, 2014.

Annapolis Valley autumn sincerely great

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If there were a place on this planet where autumn lasted year-round, I’d move there in a flash.

I’d spend all my days dressed in mittens and woolly sweaters, raking leaves and sipping hot apple cider.

Don’t get me wrong – I love a toasty summer day at the beach as much as the next person, but if I had a choice between lying on a towel in the sand and hiking along leaf-strewn paths, I’d pick the latter every time.

There’s hardly a better way to enjoy the season than by wandering around on back roads, admiring the coloured leaves and popping in at farm markets to pick up some local produce – unless you roll up your sleeves and get to work yourself.

Fortunately, there are plenty of farms in Nova Scotia that permit you to harvest your own food this time of year.

On a recent trip to the Valley, some friends and I stopped in at Gates U-Pick in Port Williams, where we loaded up on apples and a few remaining pears.

It took no time at all to fill our bags as we wandered through the rows of the orchard scouting out the most plump, most pristine specimens. (Not that there’s anything wrong with a few spots.)

You can also hop on a wagon ride for a tour of the farm, pick your own sunflowers or head out to the pumpkin patch to select your own.

We decided to save our pumpkin shopping for our visit to Nova Scotia’s pumpkin royalty: the Dill farm. If Linus van Pelt was correct that “Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere, ” the Great Pumpkin must be familiar with this place.

It is, of course, the Windsor farm where world-renowned pumpkin whisperer Howard Dill coaxed his colossal cucurbits from the soil.

At the Dill farm, you can wander around the outskirts of the pumpkin patches, choose one from the precut pumpkins, or just ogle the swollen, misshapen, 1,088-pound monster that bulges over the edge of its pallet.

If you’re a true pumpkin lover, don’t leave without exploring the gift shop. You’ll find everything from pumpkin muffins and pumpkin-flavoured coffee to pumpkin earrings and pumpkin tuques.

Keep an eye out for Howard Dill’s many awards that line the walls, including a Lifetime Service and Achievement Award from the World Pumpkin Confederation and the Hall of Fame plaque he was awarded by a body called – yep – the Great Pumpkin Commonwealth.

I guess Linus was on to something after all.

IF YOU GO

• For an extensive list of U-picks in Nova Scotia, visit: http://bit.ly/158e3Hg. Although the list hasn’t been updated this year, it’s a good starting point.

• Call first to ensure that the U-pick is open and has what you’re looking for.

• Carry cash in case the operation isn’t equipped to handle debit/credit cards.

• Some farms offer unsprayed and organic sections.

• For something a little different, pick some cranberries at Terra Beata Cranberry Farm on Heckmans Island in Lunenburg County.

This article appeared originally in The Chronicle Herald.

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